I reached out to you, poured out my heart and soul expecting a friend. Instead you turned your back on me. Trying to cope with the pain, of losing someone so dear. You hurt me more than i expected. In not being there for a friend. Maybe i chose the wrong things. In expecting you to understand. I had it all wrong. Nothing matters except happiness. But even that isn't pure without you here. I keep expecting to wake up and see you. Find that everything ugly never happened. But instead the ache of your pain hurts. I miss it all. I would try to do this differently but somehow it seems fated to end this way.